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Title: Tomorrow's Lies
Series: Promises #1
Author: S.R. Grey
Genre: New Adult/Coming of Age Romance
Release Date: October 28, 2015
Blurb
When today's promises become tomorrow's lies, how can you believe in anything . . . or anyone?
Jaynie Cumberland has no idea how to trust again, so she’s given up on trying. Dumped in to the state foster care system at age fourteen, Jaynie spent three years treading water, just trying to get by.
Still, Jaynie always knew she was broken in some way. After all, why did her own mother abandon her? And following a harrowing experience at her first foster home, Jaynie’s worst fears are confirmed, leaving her feeling worthless and shattered.
Now Jaynie counts the days till she turns eighteen and can go out on her own. All she wants is to be free of everyone and everything. But before that can happen, she must make it through the next few months at one final foster home. There Jaynie meets a gorgeous, albeit rough-around-the-edges, boy who is dealing with the repercussions of his own turbulent past.
Flynn O'Neill is immediately taken with this new, fragile girl. He becomes determined to show Jaynie there is more to life than hurt and pain. Unfortunately, this new home they live in, one that promised to be a haven for unwanted kids, is more like a living hell.
So what do you do when you’re trapped and there’s no way out?
What if you fall in love and protecting the other person becomes the most important thing in your life?
What if something unthinkable happens, testing your love, and the stakes are raised higher than ever? Will you come out unscathed? Can today’s promises be kept? Or will they simply become more of tomorrow’s lies?
Tomorrow’s Lies is a beautiful story of an all-consuming love and broken people building a family out of nothing. It's about never giving up, even in the face of adversity.
Note: NO cliffhanger!
**mature content and possible triggers**
Jaynie Cumberland has no idea how to trust again, so she’s given up on trying. Dumped in to the state foster care system at age fourteen, Jaynie spent three years treading water, just trying to get by.
Still, Jaynie always knew she was broken in some way. After all, why did her own mother abandon her? And following a harrowing experience at her first foster home, Jaynie’s worst fears are confirmed, leaving her feeling worthless and shattered.
Now Jaynie counts the days till she turns eighteen and can go out on her own. All she wants is to be free of everyone and everything. But before that can happen, she must make it through the next few months at one final foster home. There Jaynie meets a gorgeous, albeit rough-around-the-edges, boy who is dealing with the repercussions of his own turbulent past.
Flynn O'Neill is immediately taken with this new, fragile girl. He becomes determined to show Jaynie there is more to life than hurt and pain. Unfortunately, this new home they live in, one that promised to be a haven for unwanted kids, is more like a living hell.
So what do you do when you’re trapped and there’s no way out?
What if you fall in love and protecting the other person becomes the most important thing in your life?
What if something unthinkable happens, testing your love, and the stakes are raised higher than ever? Will you come out unscathed? Can today’s promises be kept? Or will they simply become more of tomorrow’s lies?
Tomorrow’s Lies is a beautiful story of an all-consuming love and broken people building a family out of nothing. It's about never giving up, even in the face of adversity.
Note: NO cliffhanger!
**mature content and possible triggers**
Excerpt
Without opening my eyes, I lean into Flynn’s lingering touch. He tucks more wayward hair behind my ear, pieces that weren’t even stuck to my cheek. He just wants to touch me. “Is this all right?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
I open my eyes, and he smiles at me. I smile back at him. He’s as excited by this development as I am. And, damn, it feels good. A million unsaid things are expressed as we gaze into each other’s eyes. Maybe not a million, but many, and all of them point to two things—I like Flynn, and he likes me. We are more than friends, more than pretend siblings.
Time freezes, and I revel in the magic of the moment. But alas, when he moves his fingers away from my face, the moment is lost.
“We should go in,” Flynn says, clearing his throat.
“Yeah, we should.”
In the house, neither of us mentions a word about what happened out on the porch. There’s no need for discussion; we both know this is huge. Flynn—a guy—touched me, and I didn’t have a meltdown.
Maybe there is hope for me, after all. Like real hope that I can have a normal relationship. I feel more like myself now than I have in a long time. So maybe this is the family I needed all along to help me reach this point.
And then there are my feelings for Flynn. Maybe Flynn is more than just the here and now. Maybe he’s my future.
Author Bio
S.R. Grey is an Amazon Top 100 Bestselling author and a Barnes & Noble #1 Bestselling author. She is the author of the popular Judge Me Not series, the Inevitability duology, A Harbour Falls Mystery trilogy, the Laid Bare series of novellas, and Tomorrow’s Lies. Ms. Grey's novels have appeared on Amazon and Barnes & Noble bestseller lists in multiple categories, including #1 on the Barnes & Noble Nook Bestsellers list last year.
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Title: Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #2
Series: SSPT Serial #2
Author: N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: November 4, 2015
Blurb
How far are you willing to go for revenge?
Lexi has agreed to enter one cesspit of bullsh*t, just to escape another much worse.
But that’s okay. As a matter of fact, she’s more than ready to deal with the consequences. After all, using one enemy to destroy another is just what she needs to right all the wrongs in her life.
Or so she thought . . . until she hears Andrew Drevlow’s voice and realizes one cruel fact:
She’s not over him.
She never was.
Are you willing to destroy yourself in the name of payback?
Her path is set. She has no choice but to go through with her plan. She can’t allow herself to be swayed just because she’s still attracted to a man.
The same man that once betrayed her.
The same man that once fooled her and humiliated her for his own entertainment.
He might still set her soul on fire, but that doesn’t matter. She’ll use him.
And when she’s through with him, there will be nothing left of the man he once was.
Disclaimer: Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies is a series of short stories, each roughly 10,000-15,000 words long, with an estimated final total of nine episodes for the entire series.
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Denial.
We tend to make it our best friend, our constant shields. A perceived strength; a merciless weakness.
Because, in the face of truth, it flees, abandoning you when you need it most.
He’s coming.
I can feel the energy that is him—an energy I was once addicted to, a rush I could never truly forget, and it’s barreling toward me.
In front of me is a long, metallic shelf that’s built into the wall. I went through the trouble of setting up my things on it; my gadgets, a few pictures of my mom.
I’m holding one of those pictures now. Had been staring at it, reminding myself why I agreed to come work here of all places.
It almost falls out of my hand when I hear the pounding footsteps coming closer.
He’s . . . he’s running to me?
The automatic, steel doors slide open, and I have a split second to lower the frame, inhale, try to fucking compose myself.
The running stops.
Even before I register the sound of his rapid breaths, my knees go weak with sensation.
I haven’t laid eyes on him yet, and I’m completely breathless.
All those years. All that pain. How were they not powerful enough to erase his effect on me?
Why does it feel stronger than ever, stronger than I even imagined it?
Don’t let him see. He can’t know. He once used this weakness against me. He thought it’d be funny to play with me, use my feelings for him to lure me in. All so he could seduce me while his friends watched. While they recorded the whole thing.
The next day, they showed off that recording. To the entire school.
That old, buried rage and humiliation howl to life inside me. It’s a much needed reminder.
My body might be a fool, a victim of a glitching, primal biology, but I don’t want the man behind me.
I despise him.
I only want what he can do for me.
And every ounce of pain I can rip out of him along the way.
The thought hardens me, pushing back the ludicrous response I’m having to him.
I turn—
And nearly stagger back into the shelf behind me.
It’s him. Oh God, it’s Andrew Drevlow. I didn’t allow myself to keep tabs on him all these years. Didn’t look at a single picture.
In many ways, he’s still looks the same.
But no, he doesn’t. He really, really doesn’t.
A man stands before me. One that somehow seems taller. Way, way bigger, and he’d been a tower of muscles at eighteen.
Dressed impeccably in a dark blue suit, he stands there, staring at me, his eyes eating me up.
Like he’s been starved for the sight of me.
A small place inside me trembles.
His facial expression is so harsh. Everything about him is harsher, harder.
Darker.
A sort of madness glitters in his eyes. It scares me, but only because a part of me awakens for it.
I’ve been walking around dead for so many years, that part of me gone, eradicated by life. One look at him and it roars back to life, banging inside me. A volatile storm I’m not sure I can contain.
I hate him. Hate him, I remind myself. And I do. Regardless of everything else I’m feeling, the hate is still there.
But . . . he’s shaking.
So am I, can barely hide it. The emotions wrestling within me are too different—disgust. Hate. Rage.
Sadness.
Desire.
Fuck. I still want him?
Looking at him, I know the answer to that loud and clear.
That dark, reddish brown hair.
Those lazy, toffee-colored bedroom eyes.
He was everything I ever wanted once. A mountain of a man I was dying to own.
Now, I can barely stand the sight of him.
His reaction to me is messing with my head. Why does he look like it burns him to lay eyes on me? Like all he wants in the world is to come closer?
I swallow, struggling for calm, and finally bring myself to say his name. A name I despise. Another reminder I need. “Mr. Drevlow.”
His expressions twists. There’s no mistaking the agony in his gaze. The agony I hear when he says my name. “Lexi.”
A heart I’d believed to be hardened splits wide open inside my chest. Yearning hits. Hard. Fast.
We tend to make it our best friend, our constant shields. A perceived strength; a merciless weakness.
Because, in the face of truth, it flees, abandoning you when you need it most.
He’s coming.
I can feel the energy that is him—an energy I was once addicted to, a rush I could never truly forget, and it’s barreling toward me.
In front of me is a long, metallic shelf that’s built into the wall. I went through the trouble of setting up my things on it; my gadgets, a few pictures of my mom.
I’m holding one of those pictures now. Had been staring at it, reminding myself why I agreed to come work here of all places.
It almost falls out of my hand when I hear the pounding footsteps coming closer.
He’s . . . he’s running to me?
The automatic, steel doors slide open, and I have a split second to lower the frame, inhale, try to fucking compose myself.
The running stops.
Even before I register the sound of his rapid breaths, my knees go weak with sensation.
I haven’t laid eyes on him yet, and I’m completely breathless.
All those years. All that pain. How were they not powerful enough to erase his effect on me?
Why does it feel stronger than ever, stronger than I even imagined it?
Don’t let him see. He can’t know. He once used this weakness against me. He thought it’d be funny to play with me, use my feelings for him to lure me in. All so he could seduce me while his friends watched. While they recorded the whole thing.
The next day, they showed off that recording. To the entire school.
That old, buried rage and humiliation howl to life inside me. It’s a much needed reminder.
My body might be a fool, a victim of a glitching, primal biology, but I don’t want the man behind me.
I despise him.
I only want what he can do for me.
And every ounce of pain I can rip out of him along the way.
The thought hardens me, pushing back the ludicrous response I’m having to him.
I turn—
And nearly stagger back into the shelf behind me.
It’s him. Oh God, it’s Andrew Drevlow. I didn’t allow myself to keep tabs on him all these years. Didn’t look at a single picture.
In many ways, he’s still looks the same.
But no, he doesn’t. He really, really doesn’t.
A man stands before me. One that somehow seems taller. Way, way bigger, and he’d been a tower of muscles at eighteen.
Dressed impeccably in a dark blue suit, he stands there, staring at me, his eyes eating me up.
Like he’s been starved for the sight of me.
A small place inside me trembles.
His facial expression is so harsh. Everything about him is harsher, harder.
Darker.
A sort of madness glitters in his eyes. It scares me, but only because a part of me awakens for it.
I’ve been walking around dead for so many years, that part of me gone, eradicated by life. One look at him and it roars back to life, banging inside me. A volatile storm I’m not sure I can contain.
I hate him. Hate him, I remind myself. And I do. Regardless of everything else I’m feeling, the hate is still there.
But . . . he’s shaking.
So am I, can barely hide it. The emotions wrestling within me are too different—disgust. Hate. Rage.
Sadness.
Desire.
Fuck. I still want him?
Looking at him, I know the answer to that loud and clear.
That dark, reddish brown hair.
Those lazy, toffee-colored bedroom eyes.
He was everything I ever wanted once. A mountain of a man I was dying to own.
Now, I can barely stand the sight of him.
His reaction to me is messing with my head. Why does he look like it burns him to lay eyes on me? Like all he wants in the world is to come closer?
I swallow, struggling for calm, and finally bring myself to say his name. A name I despise. Another reminder I need. “Mr. Drevlow.”
His expressions twists. There’s no mistaking the agony in his gaze. The agony I hear when he says my name. “Lexi.”
A heart I’d believed to be hardened splits wide open inside my chest. Yearning hits. Hard. Fast.
Author Bio
N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.
N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.
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Title: Dangerous Games
Series: O'Connor & Kincaid #1
Author: Tess Diamond
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 5, 2015
Blurb
A thirteen year-old girl has been taken - and Special Agent Maggie Kincaid is the only one who can get her back.
When a Senator’s daughter goes missing, every minute counts. The FBI’s best hostage negotiator, Agent Kincaid, knows what it’s like to be a terrified victim. Kidnapped as a child, those memories haunt her every day - and give her an insight into the evil mind behind this deadly crime.
But the Senator’s family has other plans, and have brought in ex-forces security expert Jake O’Connor to oversee negotiations. He’s got secrets of his own, and doesn’t play by the same rule book. With time running out, Maggie and O’Connor will have to overcome their differences to keep this case from ending in tragedy.
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Tess Diamond is a romantic suspense addict with a taste for danger - and chocolate cake. She lives in Colorado Springs with her law enforcement husband, two kids, and ferocious Jack Russell guard dog. She always dreamed of being an FBI agent, and now she almost is - if watching 24 reruns and plotting her next novel counts.
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